Why is our earth getting so war-ridden?
Isn’t there any answer out there hidden?
But we keep on asking again and again
Like some parrot that has gone insane,
Yet knows what sought is outside cage.
So do we, if we could but turn the page.
Some think it lies in missiles and drones
In rockets and bombs, exploded phones
Others who think themselves to be wise
Arrange meeting, talks,summit and ties
They worst, with smile reaching no eyes
Practised in truths that shame even lies.
Our battles no acts of might and bravery
Cowards we, kill remotely pressing a key
No worthy foe overcome, no victory won
Just savage slaughter, indifferently done.
So many don’t know whence came death
Who the strangers who strangled breath?
It’s time to leave home, stride into the rain
Battle those who fight only for selfish gain
By some means put them all to the sword
Cleanse our lands, throw them overboard.
But why me? Not my quarrel, best abstain
That the answer then, no questions remain.
Somebody recently said that Felix is my pet
That’s because she hadn’t met the beagle yet.
Or else, she surely would have clearly seen
How badly mistaken she had actually been.
A little study of the domestic order of the peck.
Would’ve revealed the collar around my neck.
Have you ever been held to ransom by your own?
The interior of a clinic- cum- residence. In the front is a living room to the left, and two bedrooms side by side. All rooms have open faces towards the audience. The first bedroom has a door to the living room.
Between the bed rooms is a small space where a door can be seen leading to a third room. The front door on the left opens into the living room on its right, and a glass-fronted office chamber to the left.There is a passage beyond the office to the left with a treatment room on the left, and other rooms to the right.
You are on the highway, crouching over the wheel. And your car is hurtling down the centre of that dotted white line. The miles are racing away, captured by the minutes changing in slow rhythm on your watch. A speeding car a hundred yards ahead looks still, its red lights flicker intermittently.
Minor blemishes on the road are taken in stride by the car, and you sense vibrations occasionally over tiny bumps littering the road. You lean slightly as the highway bends in a gradual curve.
The virus will, sooner or later, play itself out
We repeat that, in spite of that nagging doubt.
In the meantime, it will take some of us along
Whether or not we have done anything wrong.
The game of life has ever played out like that
Sickness will always pick some out of the hat.
Bailiff: All rise! The Court of Honourable Justice Pandava is now in session.
Court clerk: Case No.15326, Kabirs vs Dayal of 2020.
Judge: Are both the petitioner and respondent present in court along with their counsels?
Court clerk: Both the petitioner and respondent are present and have decided to represent their cases on their own.
When old dogs call it a day, go away
And finally reach, who knows where?
Some of them are quite likely to say.
Rather stay with my folks down there.
If that cannot be made to transpire
The Lord may stretch a point for us.
When we are set to mount the bier
Make sure we are on that same bus.
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